Adventures in the ER Part II
or why falling down the stairs is a bad plan
So I was cleaning my room on the wonderful extended weekend... carrying boxes down the stairs to be put in the downstairs closet when I missed a few steps. It was rather surreal... as my foot encountered air I thought to myself, "you're about to fall." Between then and the thud I thought it would just be a little slip as I attempted to catch myself. But then I landed on my left ankle with a thud and as I screamed louder than I ever have in my entire life... not some girly horror movie scream... but a "damn you can tell this girl is Irish and Mongolian" scream... I thought to myself "damn... I didn't know I could scream this loud..." I head everyone come running through my screams... it was rather like being outside myself... this unbearable pain and loud screaming and hearing them all come running and thinking that I hoped they didn't fall in their haste to reach me. We thought I had broken it... it hurt so bad I was alternately screaming and crying and proclaimin how sick I was feeling... poor Rob and Coyote had to carry me to the truck.... Rhia rushed me to the ER... and I was in hysterics there... went into shock during triage... woodenly answering her questions and then throwing up. I never did get pain killer... they apparently hate to give it to you or something... I got exrayed and waited for fucking ever... shaking and crying and dissasociating only to discover I have in all likelyhood torn a muscle... not a ligament... but a fucking muscle or two. Gah. So although I have a prescription for Vikoden and orders to follow up with an orthopedic... I have no insurance. Anyone want to start a help Renee get her foot taken care of fund? I do have crutches and bed rest for two days... so no school or work. X_X
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